Universal Dirt:
There once was a boy
And it was once said
That he didn't know
How to hold up his head

Everywhere he went
His neck was bent
His eyes transfixed on the ground instead

For to what looked like a rock or dirt
To him looked like a whole other universe
And later the only one to get close to him
Would tell of the way things looked to him

"he said there's so much more to see on the ground than in the sky, a whole other world, not just clouds and a bright light"

I said "what about me? Why can't you look into my eyes?"

He said "because that universe is yours, and who am I to pry?"

"He won my heart, but I thought he would change
However his head just got lower
Over the time that we were friends"

He thought he knew it all
But he never did try
To open his eyes
To another ones life

For if he gave his heart
His mind they would steal
And he would stay forever
Looking at the sky from a camera reel

He would never see
The earth as it is on the surface now
He would be blinded by a sun
And stuck making shapes of the clouds

Upward Fall
I've seen the end of everything
I'm looking into your eyes
Though i don't know if your eyes were alive, or just my prize..
If god were so easily dispersible
I would spread her as wide as my comfort desires
But when my comfort retires after rehearsal
She's sure to acquire alot of admirers
Tried to feel some feeling
Any feeling at all
Then i hit the ceiling
You would call it my "upward fall"
Things then got revealing
Curtains pulled, weapons drawn
All our happy-endings are better left where they belong
I keep having this dream where you're standing in the rain
Screaming at me that you're getting all wet, and I'm the one to blame
I'd bring you an umbrella
You'd turn me into a lightening rod
I'd cut off your legs
Let you ride on my back
So you couldn't say i never gave you a chance at playing god
It took the two of us
To prove that love is toxic
But who needs proof, when the noOse is so loOse?
My dreams are my reality
My waking life is a faked *time-land
Where *waste slipped through my hands
To form a sycophants no-man
I shot myself because i was dark inside
I wanted to make a hole so your light could shine in
I'm not an Einstein
I'm more like Doctor Frankenstein
Giving Relativity to the theory that the dead in me will live again in time
I made a deal with the Devil to save your soul
Little did i know, that you sold your soul long ago
To become the Devil I'd inevitably make a deal with, so...
How long will you let your grass grow?
Kill it while it's young!
That's what I'd say
But I'm the sum of bad ways
Flowing toward places too pleasant to play
Yet you say that NO thing is nothing
And forever's forever never too late

(no subject)
If god were so easily dispersed
I would spread her as wide as my comfort desires
But when my comfort retires after rehearsal
She's sure to acquire a lot of admirers

Then i felt you crawling under my skin again
You nympho manic parasite
You came in and out of my mouth,
Spoke to me your Enochian riddles
You became my appetite
Made me feed on shit
So i'd become allergic to the fruit
of other peoples trees of knowledge

Tried to feel some feeling
Any feeling at all
Then i hit the ceiling
You would call it my "upward fall"
Things then got revealing
Curtains pulled, weapons drawn
All our happy-endings are better left where they belong

Small writing for now.
To elaborate a little, a tetrahedron has 4 sides that create a pyramid
Im obsessed with the number 12, i've considered my life to be in phases, just like everyone else, child, teen, adult, dead, etc..That being said, to reach the forth face of the tetrahedron(yes im also obsessed with triangles) in my 3rd phase (4x3=12) i come to the 12th door to nirvana i guess you could call it. But communication is the key to the door, and i am unable to communicate, until i learn to create as i speak (abracadabra)Oh, also, I am green, and my angel Nikki(Oddesss) is purple.

This is the ending
I've dreamed of since the beginning
The 12th doOr taken
To the forth face of the Tetrahedron
By the third phase of this Odd ones conscious being
Communication is the key
But i'm an incommunicable entity
So this doOr is still locked to me
Until i learn to Abracadabra

But why ever try to communicate?
When all it seems to do is initiate hate?
I thought communication was the key
I wanted to connect with only one mortal being
Though every time we try
We stick another knife in each others spine

Don't get me wrong
Cuts can be like red ribbons
Wrapped round perfect presents
Delivered to each other professionally, and personally pleasant

But these wounds sever things that keep our body-machines operating
And from a paraplegics view there would be no point in further cooperating
Though if we can step back and heal, and learn to work with each others persona
Then the final doOr may open, and we will create our lives in nirvana.


nirvana [(neer- vah -nuh, nur- vah -nuh)]

In Buddhism, the highest state of consciousness, in which the soul is freed from all desires and attachments. Nirvana is sometimes inaccurately used as a synonym for heaven or paradise.


Note: Abracadabra means "I create as i speak"

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I hope you understood the words unsaid So many rooms inside my head
I'm using life
It's true, I don't mind if you leave
You're fated, I'm always relieved
I hope you understood the words unsaid
So many rooms inside my head
Too many different places
Sometimes I'm dying to be dead
Too many lovely faces
It's like a poison to me
I ain't what you see
I'm too scared to be
Won't you set me free?
Leave it all to be
I won't pretend
I'm not scared to death of being left alone
My love for you is still unknown
I'm getting closer and I use my wile
I crack the liars smile
I won't just live my life to die
I'm getting high from being vile
There is no use to ask me why
It's like a poison to me
I see you drowning in my eyes
I crack the liars smile
I won't just live my life to die
I'm getting high from being vile
There's no use to ask me why
It's like a poison to me


I wake up lonely your next to me
I don't know if I've survived my sleep
Don't you know me I'm your agony
Don't detest me Try to live inside me
I want to break through your skin but...
I don't mind I don't care
I can't see the sky from here
What have you done?
I don't mind I don't care
I can't feel my soul down here
What have you done?
Your getting closer trying to leave
Begging for mercy please let me be
Don't you see it?
Life becomes unreal
Dont't you feel it?
I want to break through your skin...
What have you done?


Digital Devil Saga 1
This is what i've been playing baby.


I am a Bowel movement gone terribly wrong
I am as of now dismissing the Psycho in my Synthesis
Thus allowing the complexities to reconcile their differences
Their ingredients agree faster since their materials are unlimited
They Appropriately Propagate and Integrate into an ACTual definitive state
Then they're lOst again in the amount of time that it took to produce them in the first place

But who's to say who's them or they?
That they are them and their they stay?
That these are those and thOse are fake?
En-caged to keep the Beast at bay..

psycho synthesis
a theoretical effort to reconcile components of the unconscious, including dreams, with the rest of the personality.

psychosynthesis (ˌsaɪkəʊˈsɪnθɪsɪs) [Click for IPA pronunciation guide]

— n
a form of psychotherapy intended to release the patient's full potential by focusing on the positive rather than the negative

  Use Synthesis in a sentence
[sin-thuh-sis] Show IPA
noun, plural syn·the·ses [sin-thuh-seez] Show IPA .
the combining of the constituent elements of separate material or abstract entities into a single or unified entity (opposed to analysis, ) the separating of any material or abstract entity into its constituent elements.
a complex whole formed by combining.
Chemistry . the forming or building of a more complex substance or compound from elements or simpler compounds.
Philosophy . the third stage of argument in Hegelian dialectic, which reconciles the mutually contradictory first two propositions, thesis and antithesis.
Biology , modern synthesis, a consolidation of the results of various lines of investigation from the 1920s through the 1950s that supported and reconciled the Darwinian theory of evolution and the Mendelian laws of inheritance in terms of natural selection acting on genetic variation.
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1580–90; < Latin < Greek sýnthesis, equivalent to syn- syn- + the- (stem of tithénai to put, place) + -sis -sis

Related forms
syn·the·sist, noun
non·syn·the·sis, noun, plural non·syn·the·ses.
re·syn·the·sis, noun, plural re·syn·the·ses.

Can be confused: antithesis, synthesis, thesis.
Synthesis is always a great word to know.
So is high-energy bond. Does it mean:
type of bond in a molecule that is in a high energy state
The energy necessary to start a chemical reaction

Hegelian dialectic
an interpretive method, originally used to relate specific entities or events to the absolute idea, in which some assertible proposition (thesis) is necessarily opposed by an equally assertible and apparently contradictory proposition (antithesis) the mutual contradiction being reconciled on a higher level of truth by a third proposition (synthesis)

— n
philosophy an interpretive method in which the contradiction between a proposition (thesis) and its antithesis is resolved at a higher level of truth (synthesis)

synthesis (ˈsɪnθɪsɪs) [Click for IPA pronunciation guide]

— n , pl -ses
1. Compare analysis the process of combining objects or ideas into a complex whole
2. the combination or whole produced by such a process
3. the process of producing a compound by a chemical reaction or series of reactions, usually from simpler or commonly available starting materials
4. linguistics Compare analysis the use of inflections rather than word order and function words to express the syntactic relations in a language
5. archaic philosophy synthetic reasoning
6. philosophy
a. Compare analysis (in the writings of Kant) the unification of one concept with another not contained in it
b. the final stage in the Hegelian dialectic, that resolves the contradiction between thesis and antithesis

Word Origin & History

1610s, from L. synthesis "collection, set, composition (of a medication)," from Gk. synthesis "composition," from syntithenai "put together, combine," from syn- "together" + tithenai "put, place," from PIE base *dhe- "to put, to do" (see factitious). Synthesizer "electronic
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synthesis syn·the·sis (sĭn'thĭ-sĭs)
n. pl. syn·the·ses (-sēz')

The combining of separate elements or substances to form a coherent whole.

Formation of a chemical compound from simpler compounds or elements.

A period in the cell cycle.

synthesis (sĭn'thĭ-sĭs) Pronunciation Key
Plural syntheses (sĭn'thĭ-sēz')
The formation of a chemical compound through the combination of simpler compounds or elements.

Synthesis: in philosophy, the combination of parts, or elements, in order to form a more complete view or system. The coherent whole that results is considered to show the truth more completely than would a mere collection of parts. The term synthesis also refers, in the dialectical philosophy of the 19th-century German philosopher G.W.F. Hegel, to the higher stage of truth that combines the truth of a thesis and an antithesis. Jean-Paul Sartre's philosophy underscores an existential type of synthesis. In Being and Nothingness, consciousness (pour-soi) is always trying to become being (en-soi), to achieve a synthesis, as it were, between no-thing and some-thing.

"The spider-mind acquires a faculty of memory, and, with it, a singular skill of analysis and synthesis, taking apart and putting together in different relations the meshes of its trap. Man had in the beginning no power of analysis or synthesis approaching that of the spider, or even of the honey-bee; but he had acute sensibility to the higher forces."
-Henry Brooks Adams


Now while On the subject Of my demise
I might as well tell you about my diminishing little mind
I had high hOpes that mine
Would prOgress just as goOd as the rest of its kind
But here i am a failure
Because i didn't control my mind
When i had the time tO do sO
I didn't dO so in time...

The binds that should've held strong broke
Allowing it to flOat off into the unknOwn
And as i waved goOdbye to my precious little mind
I started to dig my grave, and thus began my dOwnward climb
I pledge allegiance to you
I am yours, if you are mine
I will eat your heart if you eat mine
and whatever other fruit i find divine


Locked away in her rusty prison
Far away from worlds she could be holding in her vision
The weather changes to fit my mood
While i adapt to never moving
Filled prescriptions of fucking up
The Infection of a Rag-Doll
High enough to see through
Though i've never left the floOr at all..

Some new, some newer.
My neocortex has dismissed it's thumbs
I had to adjust my esophagus to swallow your sword
It had a sharp tip but it's edges were dull
You're a rare bird with scissor-fangs
I'm a fake bird with real wings
Cut them off before I fly high
Or I'll take you to the place where even Heartless Angels die
I'll make you dig our grave
I'll let you be on bottom
R.I.P to the Miserably Misbehaved
We'll grow again in autumn..
The end of consciousness has now begun ~odd


The unexpected expressiveness of the perfect "O" traced by her lips,
so dead and frozen they do stay,
but there's nothing mOre beautiful than a winter grave
I opened my red to the poisonous purple infector
She made it a grave she liked to call "hOme"
Thus turning on the lights in my attic prOjectOr
My black gave birth to the green I have become
A little hint Of sOmething mOre, a little less of having none
This is the LAST time, Just as the last time...

I'm not trying to rewind
I'm not trying to fast forward through time
I'm simply trying to enjoy mine
as it is
and do something beneficial for those i choose to enjoy it with
I don't need to be reminded of past disasters
They're not worth the time to hold a place in my present or future endeavors
There's nOe travesties left in my life
There's only My tragically beautiful wife
Slowly she's pulling the knives out of my spine
As she puts me back together inside of my mind
The knives always held me together
but now without them i seem to be standing better than ever
So my Oddesss and I pick up the knives
to head out on a hunt for those who stabbed me while i was blind
and when we're dOne with them we'll give them all new names
Like "John Doe", "Baby Doe", "Play Doe", and "Jane"...
No-one will care when we're burning their remains
No-one will ever think of them again
And as the sun sets and the day comes to an end
Together we walk out into the moonlight
Bloody hand in bloody hand... ~odd

Poisson:(pronounced poy-san)

After the fall
I landed on the edge of a cliff
The 12th of 12 cliffs
We call them "The finger-tips of the six-fingered son"
I immediately tear off my broken wings
I tossed them off the cliff and watched them flutter down into oblivion like falling leaves
I'm in a new world now
Better than the old and much more cold
In this world I'm to find the place of lost precision
Bring it back to light and embrace a life with my beautiful poisonous wife
But her sky is so far away
Will I make it in time before her heart
to freezes in place..? ~Odd


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